To say that our twins are giving us a tough time going to the potty, would be the understatement of the year. They are 3 1/2 now and start pre-school in a week. They are supposed to be completely potty trained for their first day and they are not.
In all sincerity, I think this has been their only act of rebellion since baby no. 4 arrived. They are so wonderful with her and have really taken having a new sister in stride. That being said, all of the wonderful potty progress we made prior to her birth has completely gone by the wayside and we have regressed.
They have taken to potty “accidents” when I’m nursing and/or at night when I’m desperately trying to get a few winks of shut-eye. Either way, it’s got to stop. As a solution, they went to my mom’s (a/k/a Yiayia’s house) last weekend for a two night “potty camp.” My mom was able to give them 100% of her attention and they came back in big girl underwear, having had no accidents during nap time or at night.
Within the first ten hours back home, they each peed on our hardwood floor, peed their beds, and gave us a heck of a time going to bed last night. Exhausted, but not yet defeated, I was ready for them this morning.
1. No milk until they went potty and washed their hands;
2. No breakfast until they went potty again and washed their hands; and
3. As a reward, I would take them to the local park/playground after lunch and after both girls went no. 2 on the potty (and washed their hands).
Check. Check. Check.
So far, so good. To top it all off, my son and baby no. 4 were participating so well you could hear the happy movie music playing in the background.
After painstakingly preparing for the park and loading everyone into the van (yikes, that still pains me to say out-loud), all hell broke loose. My older twin had a bad potty accident at the park within 5 minutes of being there (I’ll let you guess what happened). We had to walk all they way back to our car and drive home in that condition because mommy wasn’t prepared for that one. Then, everyone had a meltdown upon entering the house. Mutiny broke out among the troops and no one wanted to lay down for a nap. The baby was ready to nurse and the crew replacing our roof (yes you read that correctly) was in full swing, nailing and pounding away. Did I mention the roofers started at 6:30 a.m. for the past three days? (It’s a small price to pay for a beautiful new roof and I’m very grateful, but it just adds to the hilarity!)
By the time I got everyone cleaned, changed, hugged, nursed, tucked in and ready for nap-time, my son started screaming.
“What’s wrong, sweetie?” I asked.
“Mommy, I ate a penny!!!” he replied.
Say it isn’t so!!!!!!!!! Three hours later, relieved that the doctor isn’t concerned, but dreading the next three days of inspecting ka-ka for the mystery penny, I sit for my whole 10 minutes of solitude.
I am trying to inhale the BLT I threw together with some leftover breakfast bacon and I just realized, I FORGOT THE DARN TOMATO. Oh well, this BL sandwich is delicious and my kids are safe. They are healthy. And we are truly blessed.
The glass is half-full my friends and fellow parents!!! Still, it’s important to share these moments so we know we’re not alone. Everyday we have with one another is a gift and sometimes we have to remind each other of our blessings. (Now if we could only figure out how to get some sleep…)
Gotta go…they baby is crying!